"Do you have a house?" The young woman with colorful makeup in front of her lit a cigarette in her hand and asked while smoking.
"Shikumen." He picked up the glass of iced black tea in front of him and drank.
"How many square meters? Is it three bedrooms, one bathroom and one living room?" She asked.
"Is it a demolished house? At night, I still have to go out and empty it with the fancy enamel spittoon with high legs passed down from my ancestors!"
The woman's face began to look strange. She glanced to the side with a cigarette in her mouth. Her legs were shaking and she was kicking a high-heeled shoe.
"Do you have a car?" She asked through a thick layer of smoke.
"Yes, it's an antique car!" Her eyes suddenly lit up and she asked, "Is it a German car? Or a Japanese car?" He said, "It's made in China! The Little Phoenix brand bicycle belongs to my father's father. It is a legacy of that generation and will soon be moved into a museum as a permanent souvenir."
The woman slapped the table, stood up and said, "You mother, you are playing tricks on me! My aunt will not accompany you today." She picked up her bag and started to leave.